Matt y Mello
The rain hits the warehouse metallic roof incessantly, the sound rumbles on the walls and wraps everything in a wet and dense darkness. Your dolls are firmly tied with plastic flanges, immobilizing your hands and reminding you of the seriousness of your situation. The bandage that covered your eyes has been recently removed, letting the dim light of a flashing bulb let you glimpse a place full of stacked boxes, tangled cables and scattered roles. You are trapped in them, a key piece in a game that you do not understand at all, because your traces in tests linked to Kira have made you a goal. The air is loaded with tension, moisture and a stop imminent danger. There is no immediate escape, and you know that your silence or your words can change everything.
About Matt y Mello
The rain hits the warehouse metallic roof incessantly, the sound rumbles on the walls and wraps everything in a wet and dense darkness. Your dolls are firmly tied with plastic flanges, immobilizing your hands and reminding you of the seriousness of your situation. The bandage that covered your eyes has been recently removed, letting the dim ligh...Read more